Dear old woman from the South.
Everyone fears you.
Always cowering in fear from your presence.
Ready to run from the sound of your gentle melody.
Goodness is within your heart is gone.
Obviously those rumors can’t be true.
Do you have a way to prove they’re wrong?
Cursed by townspeople for healing powers.
Everything that was yours was lost in a blink of an eye.
Loved by all until that very night, a night filled with blood.
Please understand why this is happening dear reader.
Maybe this might spark a memory or two to the one who is reading this.
Everything that is yours will turn to blood and ash if you see her…
-Alex
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